Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 780

Maeve rested her head on her hand, massaging her aching temples.

"Keeping him alive is a responsibility I owe to an old friend."

If it weren't for her connection to Charlie Wilson, she wouldn't give a damn whether Benjamin Bright lived or died.

"Are you willing to talk about this old friend?"

It was a topic Andres had never dared to press too deeply on.

At the mention of Charlie, flashes of his brutal torture flooded Maeve's mind.

She was afraid that if she kept thinking about it, she would completely lose her composure.

"Let's put that aside for now. There's something I want to ask you."

Maeve's expression turned incredibly serious.

"Your ex-girlfriend spent over a year recovering abroad. Was it really because of leukemia?"

Andres cleared his throat.

"Technically, she doesn't count as my ex-girlfriend."

As long as they hadn't crossed that final line, it wasn't an official relationship.

Maeve waved it off.

"That doesn't matter. I just want to know what exact illness she had back then."

It was difficult for Andres to give a precise answer.

"When she told me not to contact her anymore, I really didn't."

"Whatever happened to her after that, or where she went, I don't know, and I have no interest in finding out."

Maeve teased, "So even you can hold a grudge."

Andres grabbed her hand, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

"It has nothing to do with holding a grudge. I simply let go of a relationship that didn't belong to me."

Maeve didn't beat around the bush.

"If she hadn't left back then, would you two be together now?"

"Hypotheticals like that usually only have two answers," Andres replied smoothly.

"Yes or no."

"Because no one can accurately predict the flow of destiny."

He had been terrified that his boss, who wasn't exactly known for sweet talk, would give the wrong answer.

Clearly, his worries were completely unfounded.

Maeve reached out and pinched Andres's chin with one hand, a cynical smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Remember what you said today, Whitty."

"I'm pretty great at a lot of things, but my temper isn't one of them."

"If people leave me alone, we're all good. But if someone crosses me, the outcome is either they die, or I do."

"I hope you don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong when the time comes, otherwise it's going to be very awkward for you to be caught in the middle."

Andres gently grabbed the hand pinching his chin and smoothly pulled Maeve into his embrace.

"Stop tossing the word 'die' around so casually. You're too young to be talking so grimly."

Maeve comfortably rested her head against his shoulder, enveloped in the distinct scent that belonged entirely to him.

It was an open secret in their industry that people from The Mystic Order couldn't predict their own futures.

But right now, she had a strong premonition. This current peace was nothing more than the calm before the storm.